[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖆]
(Aj) Unrelenting and deadly;
involving loss of divine grace
or spiritual death.
❝This is the story of becoming a hero the hard way.❞
The Prisoner Of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows
Started - 30 December 2020
Finished - ??
Theo Not...
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"𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘂𝘀."
•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏 and down out of nerves as she sat waiting for the end of the task.
Krum and Fleur had already come out of the maze, leaving only Harry and Cedric left.
Her nerves were consuming her, and the darkness she felt amplified the ache in her head, making her feel like she was going to faint any second.
She ran her hand through her hair, her eyes stayed trained to the maze, as she tried to ignore the voices of laughing and talking students surrounding her.
"Are you okay Cass?" Theo asked from beside her, taking sight of her bouncing leg.
She hummed in response, not really paying attention to Theo. He sighed and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers, "Cass, I'll ask you again, are you okay?"
Cassiopeia forced her eyes away from the maze, glanced at their hands, and then up to Theo face, who was looking at her concerned.
"Not really no." She answered, closing her eyes.
Theo began rubbing circles on her knuckles, "What is it?"
"I have a bad feeling."
"A Cassiopeia being dramatic feeling, or a banshee feeling."
"I'm not dramatic." She defended, "And a banshee feeling, obviously."
"What's it about?"
"I'm not sure, but it has to do with Cedric. I think something might happen, something bad, death level bad."
"How do you know." Theo asked, scrunching his eyebrows together.
"He's surrounded by darkness, has been for a while."
"How long?"
"Since the start of the year."
Theo stared at her shocked, "You've know for that long and said nothing?"
